Sometimes I think I should just bloody well give up and go and raise Vietmanese potbellied pigs somewhere.

I wrote a one-shot fic a while ago, titled Take Me Out To The Ball Game. It was angsty, Sirius was a foul little bugger - because of being fucked up by the rest of the Blacks - and there was dubious consent through the neatly thatched roof. I ( Read more... )

Well, I've had my e-mail address for years, and I rarely delete interesting emails (so I can hoard them and read them back when life gets dull) and today I just realised; I have exactly 666 emails in my account.

WOAH. I am devil's spawn, I am.Feeling very maudlin, despite my Real Life dramas going oh-so-well, and that is because I have writer's ( Read more... )